Chapter 50

♡ Magee’s POV ♡ These days, I have been having the same dream. The girl I love is walking down the road with other boys. Their backs are farther and farther away from me, but I can't catch up with her. I woke up again from my sadness, only to find myself surrounded by a completely strange environment. I try to remember what happened yesterday, but I can't remember anything. Until I looked up and saw the girl I loved walking towards me with a glass of milk. I shook my head, thinking I was still dreaming. "Sleepyhead, you're awake.” She came up to me, gave me the milk in her hand and said with a smile. Her smile is really beautiful, so I didn't want her to smile at others, her smile should only belong to me. I looked at her blankly as the memory of yesterday slowly floated into my mind. I remember when she stood bravely beside me, my heart almost boiling. But thinking of my situation, I lowered my head. We can barely afford a hotel right now. As if reading my mind, she took my hand and said, "Hey, I'm here for you. Let me help you.” Her Finger eyes looked firmly at me, and she was so sincere. When I saw her get out of the car with this guy named Chris, I didn't have the courage to take my girl, and I was afraid I couldn't give her happiness. But at this point, I feel like I should fight for our future, not push her away. And I have to admit, I really need her. "I already know what happened. Mom and I already talked about it, and she's willing to lend you some start-up capital. Your parents started from scratch and can start again. We can help them when we graduate. Also, Mr. Smith is in the home improvement business, and your family used to be in real estate. We can see if we can work together. But talk to your parents first.” "She propped her face on her right hand and seemed to be thinking. I looked at her in surprise. She had even figured out how to get us out of trouble. "We have four rooms in total. You can stay in our two rooms on the third floor first.” "She continued. I counted the number of rooms and looked at Chris, who was sitting on the side looking bored at his fingernails. A wave of anger flared up in my heart. "What about him? I'll sleep with him! ” I was proud of the idea. I wasn't used to sleeping with a guy, but at least I could get my girl out of it. I looked at Chris. He looked at me from head to toe in a weird way. Then he stroked his skinny chin and said, "Sure, I can.” 'No! Lauren suddenly and loudly vetoed my proposal. I looked at her angrily. Is she really going to be with that guy? "Keep those dirty eyes away, Chris. He's mine.” To my surprise, Lauren suddenly took my head in her arms and said to Chris in a threatening tone. Chris shrugged. "Fine, Fine, he's my type, but I'll try to control myself.” It takes an idiot to realize Chris is gay. That was a relief. My girl is safe. I decided to take her to my father and mother. They've been agonizing for days. They'll be happy to hear the news. Because no one dares to fund us now, they all have business contracts with Polly's family. Sure enough, when mom and Dad saw Lauren again, they didn't hate her as much as before. I told them the girl I loved was the simplest, kindest girl in the whole world. They were really touched that someone wanted to be our friend. The incident also made them realize who their real friends were. As soon as I heard about Lauren's plan, I felt the light of hope burn in my father's eyes. My father has rich experience in entrepreneurship and management, but what he lacks is opportunities and capital. Everything went according to Lauren's plan. Mr. Smith and my father cooperated, and their decoration company became bigger and bigger, and we got closer and closer to our previous life. Remarkably, Polly's family was fined for illegal business competition. They ended up in jail after someone tipped them off in connection with several deaths. From Polly's behavior, it can be seen that her family members all have bad hearts and bad temper. Also bankrupt, they have no chance to recover. I was lucky that my father and mother had earned all their wealth legitimately. Years later, Cami and I were waiting at the door of our classroom for our son, Timmy, to come home from kindergarten. Mischievous little Timmy grabs the hair of the girl sitting in front of him and sticks his favorite cartoon sticker on it. The little girl was screaming in pain as her hair was pulled. Lauren looked at me sideways. She raised her eyebrows and said, "He's definitely your son.” I reached out and wrapped her around me, kissed the top of her head, and said, "I'll teach him how to do right to a girl he likes.” She looked up in my arms and smiled brightly. I regret that I have used a perverted way to express my love for her, but I will spend the rest of my life taking care of her and loving her until death do us part.